There isn't a single doubt in her mind that he's hitting on her.
And she likes that, too. Not only does she like it even more than she's willing to acknowledge, but she likes it more than she would've expected possible two years ago.
Or a year ago.
Or even about a month or so ago, really.
Dinner is all about two things she's very good at: eating her fill while she can and a little good old-fashioned seduction.
But not just on her part, and maybe that's something else that surprises her. Not that someone else would want to seduce her, but that someone who wants to is so good at it.
Intentional or unintentional, almost everything Gren does is watched with an eager, almost idle interest. She likes the way he holds himself, the quiet confidence not even prison or a changed body seems to have been able to take out of him, the little bit of hair that pretty much stays in front of his face, the anything-but-innocent smiles he gives her.
Most of the champagne is gone by the time dinner is done, and normally she would probably sit back, satiated, with a smile on her face and her hand flattened against her bare belly. Tonight, though, she sits forward, her hand tucked under her chin again, her attention all Gren's.
"If I recall correctly, there's a card game in your future."
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Date: 2007-10-31 05:56 am (UTC)And she likes that, too. Not only does she like it even more than she's willing to acknowledge, but she likes it more than she would've expected possible two years ago.
Or a year ago.
Or even about a month or so ago, really.
Dinner is all about two things she's very good at: eating her fill while she can and a little good old-fashioned seduction.
But not just on her part, and maybe that's something else that surprises her. Not that someone else would want to seduce her, but that someone who wants to is so good at it.
Intentional or unintentional, almost everything Gren does is watched with an eager, almost idle interest. She likes the way he holds himself, the quiet confidence not even prison or a changed body seems to have been able to take out of him, the little bit of hair that pretty much stays in front of his face, the anything-but-innocent smiles he gives her.
Most of the champagne is gone by the time dinner is done, and normally she would probably sit back, satiated, with a smile on her face and her hand flattened against her bare belly. Tonight, though, she sits forward, her hand tucked under her chin again, her attention all Gren's.
"If I recall correctly, there's a card game in your future."